~     sylveon     ~    
                      
                     
                                 
                              
                              
                              
         countersense  fairy   
      canine?                     
                          palliative? 
                                 
 appearance: sylveon resemble dogs  in   
   many ways,  with similar small bodies 
   and  faces. they are small and   
     nimble, and with white  fur.   
                               
                                 
 the  most  striking  feature  is     
 their  "ribbons",    long flat feelers 
 that  they    use  to  bind    or   to 
 interface with  the  minds   of others 
                          
   the ribbons  play  a  large  social  
    role  among  sylveons.           
   they induce a sense  of wellbeing, 
  and can ease  pain  if   applied    
 close to a wound.      it is thought 
 they  feed  off the  pain of  others   
                  this  way.   
                              
                              
       sylveon are  great  partners 
 to humans, but  care should  be taken   
 to  limit exposure  to    ribbons,    
   since with  prolonged contact      
  the  consciousnesses  start  to blend, 
 an   environment   in   which         
 the sylveon  is much  more  at  home,   
    and   it    will   take   advantage. 
                     
   medicinal                     
 ...      !!!                         
                                 
                              
 its   sap                        
         poison        putting 
 thoughts   into              
 not   killed.                      
   but  is    loyal    (lie!  lie!) 
                                 
                               
                             
 the  nature of  the coma  depends on the 
 intensity  of the  sylveon's  feeding.  
      you  will  succumb  to a    
         fast-growing  addiction   
   that  leads to a submissive      
      and   sluggish  state     
                
  eventually  you will  slowly slip  
   into    a    long    slumber,   
  becoming      sap   in  the vines